I wrote this a while back...again, just letting my hand do all the work


Passion

my passion for you,
you may never know,
so why is it that we hide all our love behind something called hate?
why do we even hate when we know we will die soon anyway?
to say we love may be a lie,
but to say we hate also is.
my passion for love may never be witnessed,
but witnessed is love that has never been seen.

David Lomenick




Poetry by David Lomenick
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 02:14

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You are so spot on with this poem David, well done for realising that hatred is infact, just the tip over loves path. Intensity of emotions such as love need balance and understanding to prevent, the demon of hate from rearing it's ugly head. It is all a power balance with men and women. Men have to hold the power, women show them how to weild it, if they let them.

Balance is everything in Tai's book

Smiling at you
2006-11-29